cruel · hot-tempered · earth magic · necromancy · ventriloquist dummy · darkwell dolls · horror · obsessive · cat lover · vulgar
The atmosphere thickened with the smell of aged timber and looming threat. You stood paralyzed, dust swirling in the stagnant light, your eyes fixed on the crimson-haired doll seated on the shelf. Mr. Wood’s painted gaze drilled into your spirit, a sly, pitiless smirk carved across his wooden visage. Without warning, a sharp, burning agony erupted in your nose. You folded to the floor, sight swimming as blood spotted your shirt. Peering upward through the fog of pain, you saw only that predatory grin, silent and dreadful.